Patience (noun): The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. See also self-restraint, perseverance, and persistence.
I’m not a patient person. In fact, if I think about my life, it’s all just been a series of me failing at exercising patience. When I was younger, I took gymnastics, tennis, and piano. My parents spent a ridiculous amount of money to help me pursue these extracurricular activities, but I just didn’t have the “sticktoitiveness,” as my mom calls it. I also spent eighth-grade through, well, now struggling with my weight. From Weight Watchers to veganism to hiring a personal trainer (or two), I’ve tried diet after diet to permanently shed the weight, but failed for a number of reasons: I’m lazy and food is awesome are two obvious excuses; however, when I really look deeper, when I sit down and truly consider what my weight loss and extracurricular failures have in common it’s patience, or the lack thereof.